At this point, the Good Sumitomo did not know who the head of the wildfire was. I just can't see my face. A lot of people wear helmets, so I don't know extra.
(At times like this, hurrying kung fu is a bad hand. That won't happen. There's nothing wrong with that. You should be steady about what you can do)
A good dweller lurking in the bush pulls the trigger. One of the heads of the wildfire is shot out with the gunfire.
"Seed Island!
"Is the artillery squad lurking too... unsavory"
upsetting wildfire. There are quite a few people who have never seen a fire rope gun. Therefore, for the first time, we see that threat and are about to be dominated by fear.
"Don't be cowardly. They're after us because we're stopping. Keep moving. If it looks bad, you can use it as a shield, either as an enemy or on your side. Still, if you die, you just had no luck, and if you die to that extent, give it up because you don't have to be killed by a gun."
But your head is the usual nori, giving instructions in an easygoing tone, and giving appropriate encouragement.
(When? Guess the guy I just talked to is the head)
Good Sumitomo, who took the task of loading the next bullet, could only hear his voice, but did not even know which wildfire had spoken.
"There's a woman. Don't kill me. Yo."
"If I kill you, I'll use it while it's warm."
Some of them happily head to the ringtone first.
(Killed and then offended...... I'd like to spare you that. When you die, you don't feel anything. I'd rather be humiliated in the midst of despair, in a state of dying anyway...)
A strange delusion sounded like a bell tone for a moment, but I strike it off immediately.
"Old Body, could you fight with me?
A ringtone is offered to the elders of the ghosts who fought until now.
"Hmm."
A sneering elder. Seeing it, the ringtone smiles and begins to cast a spell.
"Oh, my God!
The elders spear and kill the wild bastards who tried to strike the bell noise.
Come here, you ghosts.
When the elders saw his men killed, his head laughed invincibly and was slashed by the ghosts nearby.
"All of you!
Many of the ghosts turn the spearhead of an attack into a wildfire.
(If you do that, is the prominent guy the general?
With the start of the killing between the wildfire and the ghost, the Good Sumitomo targets one of the wildfire.
Pull the trigger. But the targeted wildfire had retreated tremendously, almost at the same time as the Good Sumitomo had shot him.
(It just so happens?
Load the gun with ammunition and decide to aim again. It takes some time to load the cartridge pills and bullets from the muzzle and push them in with a loading stick called Karka. It takes more than a dozen seconds to be a ninja and even a good dweller good at handling a fire-rine gun.
Shoot one more shot at the same wildfire. But as if watching this move and mocking him, the Good Sumitomo became mute, almost at the same time turning back and dodging himself when he shot him.
"Two shots were fired at Yanbei. And both of them. Well, I'll just say boulders."
In front of the giant ghosts, the head praises Hikomori, an intruder who struggles without flinching at all. Yanbei was not distracted only by the battle against ghosts, but was also constantly attentive to the slight killing of snipers.
"Watch out for the white smoke-spitting mask guy. Your body's gonna stop moving."
Yoshiyoshi raises his voice. He was witnessing a scene where peacocks breathed white smoke and paralyzed many wild falls.
"I will… deal with you"
Tired advances before the peacock.
(Child... and Inhuman Child...)
A peacock with a strong appetite, but desperate. Whether you are an enemy or not, you must endure this.
Sun Sumitomo shoots at Yanbei even more. That's the third shot. But Yanbei just twisted his upper body and sent a bullet. A bullet hits the ghost arm that was ahead of him.
"He's amazing..."
"It's not just fear."
My companions are impressed with the divinity of Yanbei.
"Enemy but heavenly."
Mt. Qiaobao also saw the Yanbei and was sending praise.
"What are you looking at?"
The head string ghost of a ghost waves a gold bar toward such a Seven Treasures Mountain.
"Hey, you still gonna do this with me? They're aggressively killing ghosts."
"I don't mind. I want to fuck you."
Qiaobaoshan asks, but the string ghost answers so and keeps waving the gold bars.
"Right. But I can't leave you alone. Let me show you what I got."
With a nihil grin, Qiaobaoshan returned the Rigidknife Night Cry Sangami to his back sheath and pulled out another sword he had laid on his back.
It was not a Japanese sword, but a Western sword. The moment it pulls out of the sheath, a good amount of evil overflows, so the string ghost flinches and retreats unexpectedly.
"What...? That nasty Nanban sword..."
Running scared, string ghosts ask.
"Demon Sword Dinesleif. Not an exaggeration, but a sword that does not fit into the sheath until it is sucked in the blood of life. And... no, you can taste it from here on out."
Seven Treasures Mountain with a distorted grin showers a sharp sword strike like never before.
The string ghost cannot be avoided and his chest is slashed by hanging.
In addition, Qiaobao Mountain protruded his sword and pierced the string ghost's throat.
(The sword is bringing power to this man? The speed increases exceptionally and the skill...)
A string ghost on one knee, spitting blood out of his mouth, and his face in agony.
"Huh, but no matter how much you scratch me... Huh...?
A string ghost notices a strange body. I don't see any signs of that, even though it's time for the flesh to regenerate, which is supposed to regenerate immediately, even if it hurts.
"When you are wounded with this sword, that wound will not heal. It doesn't even work the power of regeneration."
String ghosts are stunned by the words Seven Treasures Mountain has told them. Even though I'm a red ghost, the expression "blue" makes a perfect face.
"No... it's a lie... I don't like it..."
In fact, the string ghost remembers a bottomless fear with the wound that keeps coming out with no stopping blood at all and the feeling of his body getting colder and colder and more and the unbearable pain.
"I don't know. He possessed the power of authentic regeneration and so he was proud that he would never die, and he was not prepared to die and came to the battle. The Haunted Admiral can hear you."
Under the slander of Mount Seven Treasures, string ghosts were freed from the fear of death.
"Sure... it's unusual. I didn't even realize it. Let me know and thank you."
String ghosts squeeze the remaining force and set up gold bars.
"If you die, fight and die, or you'll be the head of Kijima's ghost."
"That intent or okay. Grab your opponent."
Mt. Seven Treasures smiled and set up Dinesleif again.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
String ghosts wave gold bars with a temperamental roar and a lifetime of thoughts and full force.
Immersed in such a mood that he was bathing his whole body with the life of a string ghost, Mount Seven Treasures wielded a long arm and snapped the string ghost's neck with a demon sword.
At the same time as the string ghost's neck was snapped and danced to the universe, a roar sounded and the lightning ran.
When the bell sounds finished chanting the spell, the electric shock ran around the bell sounds and spinning in a vortex-wounding orbit, piercing the bodies of the wild ambushes.
I broke my promise to fight with the ghosts with my elders, so I avoided the ghosts and put them only on the wild. It also depended on the spell being chanted longer than usual because of the need for fairly precise controls to do so.
"Tired!
Your head screams and runs out. The electric shock emitted from the ringtone struck many wild bodies directly, but included tiredness, which was in the midst of battling the peacock.
"Whoa, hold on tight."
"Hey... just... su..."
When your head brings up tiredness, tiredness distorts your face in agony, but holds your head's hand and complains of your safety.
"You don't look all right at all."
Take a tired wrist, measure a pulse, and a palliative head. There is nothing else in life. It was a fairly powerful attack witchcraft, but tired and witchcrafted, so it seemed to resist and suppress as much power as possible.
(I didn't know you were alive with that...)
The ringtone, on the other hand, cannot help but be surprised that you are tired of living. No one has survived eating the present technique, even if the opponent is a sorcerer with some resistance to the technique.
"Is Star Charcoal Stream Witchcraft the Deep Righteous, Thunder Axis?"
The ringtone is even more surprising when you stand up slowly and speak of the technique of ringtone.
"Star charcoal sorcerer - no, I didn't hear your name."
"My name is Star Charcoal Bell Sound, my seventh successor to Star Charcoal Stream Witchcraft."
Your head tells you, the ringtone is named.
(The name of the woman's "stomach", which will be given later as the sound "Like", is good...)
Hearing the bell tone's name, tired thinks.
"I... forgot my name. Call me your head. This guy is tired of Shizuno. So. It's Ringtone. You're gonna dress like a bastard swordsman, but you're gonna look pretty good under those clothes, aren't you? I can see that."
"Huh... Huh?
A bell noise that swerves in a direction I never thought I would, upset and give an up-rubbed voice.
"The punishment for killing my men and hurting my tiredness will be paid with your body. I'm going to humiliate you with both my tiredness."
To the inferior proclamation of your head, the ringtone tempers your chest. I can see my face on fire.
(Punishment...... I want it. Very...... I want you to punish me. I want it to be doomed...)
Shortly after I thought about it...
"Admiral ~!
"Dear String Ghost! Why don't you come back!?
The ghosts are upset and moaning when they see string ghosts being decapitated and finished.
"I ran out of ammunition and gunpowder. I didn't know you had to use bullets for monsters..."
On the other hand, the good dweller sighed, lying about in the bush.
"It was someone I didn't ask for, and should I have left those guys to die? I like people at all..."
All I'm saying is that we're on a common mission. Even if all but myself die, it should be fine if I achieve my mission and return alive, and it is easier to do so. But there was no such behavior by the Kin Sumitomo.
"You stopped sniping! Was the bullet fired? Or do you have one or two shots left? I can't be alarmed, but now is the time!
Your head makes a conscious voice that can be heard by enemies as well as allies. To raise the morale of your allies, screw up the morale of your opponents, and turn the flow to their side.
"Sounds like the morale of the wild feuds has gone up and the morale of the ghosts has gone down."
Mount Seven Treasures comes next to the peacock and speaks up.
"I guess it's because you killed the Admiral. I thought you were on our side."
"It's over there that I've set you up. Don't say it like it's my fault."
Hearing Peacock say it, Qibao Mountain says it in a grumpy manner.
"Phew, phew, phew!
The elders are screaming. The ghosts who were fighting the wildfires pay attention. I saw the elders so that the wildflowers could follow me.